Is this a scene from The Shining?
Ever since he was a kitten, all Stanley ever wanted was to be good and stay out of trouble. Only two obstacles stood in his way: a highly suggestible subconscious, and an roommate with a wicked imagination.
Via Monica R.
Harry always tries to photobomb me. He just won’t quit. Yo, Brandi! Maybe we could get a cat instead.
Buckley the Beagle and Harry the hairy Terrier make their encore appearance on CO, via Brandi O.
Bet you never thought you’d read those three words together, eh? [On CO, anything’s possible. -Ed]
Carolyn S. reports: “This is a picture of my sister’s King Charles Cavaliers. The puppy named Biscuit, is the newest addition to her family. As you can see, older brother Cocoa Puff was jealous of all the attention the new puppy was getting :).”
This horse gets his BIG smile on during a Revolutionary War reenactment.
“Best photo bomb ever,” comments Sender-Inner/Cuteporter Nancy K. over theyah in Noo Hampshah.
(sigh) It was a simple thing, really. He was swimming in circles with some fishing line tangled in his teeth, and I was there on the dock, so I fly over and pluck it out.
End of it, right? But no, he’s had a few, and now he’s all “I love you, man!” this and “Anything you want, bro!” that, and I haven’t been rid of him since. Just my luck.
Among larger dogs, perhaps no breed is more even-tempered than the Labrador Retriever. This noble breed, whose lustrous coat varies in hue from rich licorice to deep onyx, is loyal, patient, and easygoing, making it the ideal… (um, excuse me, but we’re not doing huskies this week, you’re in week six…)
Via Buzzfeed, Reddit… pretty much the whole Internet.
The Arctic — icy, vast, forbidding. In these frigid depths, warm-blooded creatures face the cold realities of survival. Tonight, on Extreme Ocean Quest, we’ll explore this harsh, unyielding… (Um, pardon me, I’m trying to introduce the show here…)
Photo by marine biologist Dr. Alex Mustard.
I tell people what I do, and they always go wide-eyed like it’s some kinda dream job. Yeah, as if. Try sweating under forty pounds of fur and fiberglas while some dipstick in a chicken suit pounds you with a rubber mallet and then get back to me.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not all bad. The hours are convenient. Beer’s half price. Sometimes I put on the head and drive around, y’know, just to mess with people. But seriously, if you’d told me I’d be doing this, I’d have shown up more in college.
“This is a photo bomb with my boston terrier Porkchop,” writes Katherine M.
KIN I REED THE NOOS TOO, KIN I HUH, KIN I?
Special thanks to commenter LauraH, who says she actually saw this as it happened. She was not seeing things; she was not hallucinating.